Lyn dont help a cowboy
you haffa come jake, rodeo won’t be fun without yew.
I’m sorta gonna help with the wrangl’n.
Jake coulda gone, but he wanted to see Sally
new dance hall girl that worked in the big saloon
musta made six excuses, lotsa them
I gotta meet Bob he lied
Don’t wanna try for the silver belt buckle?
Jake shoulda gone rodeoing.
who knew Sally woulda married?
Lesson learned - lying don’t ever help a cowboy.
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